I remember long ago Christmas Past.
My mother would roll out her homemade dough for all the Christmas pies.
It delighted my anxious eyes.
Seeing her make her famous pies for our family. I could not wait to assist her. I loved the trailing smell through the house of lemon, chocolate, coconut, and cherry pies.
Spirit rise. Oh, how my mother could roll and fill the pies.
I remember long ago the Christmas tree that filled my eyes. I loved to lay under the tree and watch the blinking lights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem